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familiar face

By tigerlilly

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this bed that once saw slumber witnessed passisve sleeping scenes has become a place of torment sheet shrouded tossing dreams soft pillow where i once rested this blithe untroubled head is crushed by lonely arms now in my absent lover's stead old quilts that seemed so cozy with colors bright and bold bring to mind night passions desire played out in it's folds each dim shadowed corner holds memories in the gloom of small talked laughing moments that we shared here in this room brass clock sits on the table ticks long hours through empty space i just can't help wondering who's enjoying that sweet familiar face.comments and critiques welcomed...really! ;-) Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 11:17 PM PST   0 • 1

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